Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Ours

(featuring Jadakiss)

You know, like this
Sometimes you know you gotta give back to the
Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off
Teach 'em a little

Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead the four-fifth
Ragu red, your brain leakin sauces
Like an, autopsy 'em nauseous, when I aim at your bosses
Put a pep in that bop that you walk
my tec spittin at reinforcements
I could be a victim, but the streets I endorsed it
Spittin that real, cowards just cough it
fluids in my lungs, motherfucker I'm more sick
You them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this
You talk grammar school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools ain't killin nuttin in the club, they all
My intent is to sober that ass up, 'em all drenched
See what a few cups of can offset
Got a paper, I ain't stressin, they all press
sellin records, they come at me for more press
When they realize it's real dudes out coppin more vests
Better how to

[Chorus: 2X]
Wipe, them off, get that money money
Wipe, a smile, off ain't nuttin funny
Show, you motherfuckers, just how you
get, when your feet are touchin (kid a hungry / yeah, he one of ours) *

* changes each

P gunna, stay a come up
out them at light speed, make it a hot summer
in New York, New - a.k.a. Ground Zero
The Big Apple, the worms in the middle (eww)
The Castle, the Empire State
The home of that Magazine new face
Metropolis of the world, show you where I come from
by how the stack, and how I make a gun bust
But look that, and listen how a killer be
the concert, they dancin on they seats
Shorty mad gettin stained, she damn about to faint
She never saw a grimy dirty like, P
With mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to
Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we
Mad in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink
wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing
BANG!

My niggaz they can't us
Ev'rysince we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the choppers
All of them is filled to the top with the vest
We can get it on with America's Coppers
Soon as the lead pop you, whoever don't it
to the or wake can catch you on Ted Koppel
I'm a rare thumper, you a gay nigga
with a rainbow on your rear bumper
They say is short, death is longer
makes it even harder to express my hunger
And I don't wanna polly y'all, I'm a of my own
like Tom Hanks talkin to that volleyball
A "Cast Away," blast away
Fuck if you tomorrow, get cash today
And even though it's hard, niggaz is on job
It's the Ryders and the Mobb, before my niggaz starve